Tags » Branches

Falling Branches.

A branch fell down today, carried off by

the wind?

Or was it the weight of life

bearing downwards a moment too long,

breaking its ability to hold on? 92 more words

Poetry

Day 85

Branches, Foliage. Birdhill in February.

Photo A Day

Hideout 

As a child I would run to the nearest tree to hide in the green branches. It was my safe refuge– my hideout. Years have passed, and now I won’t be able to climb any tree. 81 more words

Daily Prompts, Topic Ideas

The Forsaken Tree

“Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.”
– Khalil Gibran

Photography

Frosted Sticks

Winter adds sparkle to young trees in the field.

© Sheila Creighton 2017

Photography